i had my first "are you a messenger" conversation as i was locking my bike up outside the theater on union sq yesterday. it kind of bugged me, because i was wearing regular clothes (well, slightly dirty "regular clothes") and my bag.

running late, so i gave them a perplexed "no habla engles", put my helmet in my bag and went to watch my movie. love it when i get there and miss the trailers.

hip-hop, burgers, whiskey. and great words, ken. and i'm not sold on the clipless. my road bike, fixie, and mountain bike all have clips.